Best Permanence Poems
Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I sought,
Too soon is gone, as more is spent
on upgrades I've since bought.
The sun in its celestial course
yields light, black night, or shade.
Old years tossed out with calendars
as fire's embers fade.
Some friendships evanesce,
forgetting promises we'd made
Our children grow and move away,
as hair grows thinned and greyed.
Staunch boughs of trees are shaken by
harsh winds, enduring long.
'That time of year thou mayest in me
behold'; thy love's more strong.
You've been my life's sweet constant
as we harmonize our song -
One truth is undeniable:
in your arms I belong.
// Dedicated to Janet, my loving bride of 35 years //
In everything we think we own
lies everything we stand to lose;
in every feeling we have known
lives every phrase we overuse.
Our cycles end, begin again
with boundaries we fail to set,
act not from love but with disdain,
say we forgive but can't forget.
We crave release but carry on
in much the same as those before,
nothing unique to call upon,
our own mistakes to answer for
in days and weeks and year to year,
and beg redemption to appear...
Do we live too long for the moment,
for our visions that fleeting seem?
Do we deem what is passing substantial,
and what shall abide a mere dream?
Was love brought by a moment,
by a moment stolen away?
Did the fire that burned most fiercely
turn the soonest ashen-gray?
My permanence is fluid,
elemental water.
The rock is solid
and appears infallible.
'Tis the stream that penetrates
and wears away stone shapes
pulling with it mineral and time constraints.
I felt you, and perhaps
for the last time, my dear,
reeling from the collapse...
I knew there was a tear
and yes, I saw it fall.
Did you hear the break
of the heart you said felt all
(the same one you forsake)?
But you never did believe
I noticed anyway,
and wanted only to deceive
and lead this love away
from truth you saw as evident:
"healing comes when you repent"
Life trials by fire ~
fears funeral pyre,
wherein we thus burn,
ego in heart’s urn.
We never alight
from layered delight,
though entwined with pain;
free will boon, now bane.
Our soul’s stance is stooped,
since we’re by thoughts looped,
which we once let go,
joy begins to flow.
Choosing cessation,
bliss beats sensation,
pervades feeble form,
as magnetism warm.
Let God search begin
in our heart, within,
reclaiming that bliss,
where nothing’s amiss.
Light invisible
is now visible,
making us aware,
it was always there.
23-July-2022
with the threat of permanence comes dependence &
with dependence comes vulnerability &
with vulnerability comes sacrifice &
with sacrifice comes reducing one’s own life by half or more &
with the reduction comes a lack &
with the lack comes a void &
with the void comes the naïveté that it can be filled by ungrounded belief &
with ungrounded belief comes faith &
with faith comes the refusal to provide evidence &
with the refusal comes certainty &
with certainty comes ignorance &
with ignorance comes sustainability &
with sustainability comes comfort &
with comfort comes complacence &
with complacence comes submission &
with submission comes defeat &
defeat is the threat realized.
Joy in permanence, our life’s goal
Invoking within, divine grace
Love drenched heart, then makes us feel whole
To see God here now, face to face
We must drop both desire and fear
Invoking within, divine grace
Moment to moment, year by year
Holding steady, thus our resolve
We must drop both desire and fear
Life is not a puzzle to solve
All we need to do, is undo
Holding steady, thus our resolve
Radiating love, each hue new
Ego recedes as bliss beats rise
All we need to do, is undo
Each life breath, beheld in surprise
Joy in permanence, our life’s goal
Ego recedes as bliss beats rise
Love drenched heart, then makes us feel whole
03-May-2023
Happiness,
a worthy life quest,
if it be
permanent,
igniting each node of form,
in boundless rapture.
Fears, desires,
endless thoughts spirals,
hypnotise
and bemuse,
holding us captive for life,
until we shake free.
What avail
is this fleeting joy,
when sorrow
soon follows,
teasing, taunting, torturing,
whilst we trauma bond?
In the void
of tranquil stillness,
magnetic
currents rise,
transmuting our consciousness,
as bliss throbs renew.
In being
and so becoming,
soul wisens,
heart glistens,
as God’s boundless grace in-pours,
making us complete.
01-February-2022
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It's dark in here; but I'll hang
I should feel fear; I'm too young to understand such a thing
Why do I miss your touch? I was a child; you were a teen—
Life found no victim, just an object.
Your reject taught me things from 3 till 9.
Never had a childhood that was actually mine,
Oh, mother, why are my words a lie?
When his, you can not believe or deny
How did my heart begin to love?
A feminine touch so much...
Was but a toy that knew none such
Yet, here I am; cherishing the female form
Enjoyed is every moment where touch is warm
Finding happiness in long blocks and hours
Remembering moments that are better than ours
I picked up a pen for the first time to write you out
Wound up to be a night of sleep that I did without
By taking my innocence away from me
I wrote things to damn you in poetry
What a brother does, a child can not understand—
Life later found no object, just permanence
In this closet closed; from the bar, I hang
There is a permanence In every move you make,
The steps you take when walking the dog
Create the rhythm for a heart that beats
Halfway around the world.
You are the butterfly whose wings provide
The current of air that someone is breathing.
Someone who has known you and loved you
All their life. There is a permanence
That surrounds you In the gliding of your days;
That sunshine is the smile you give them
with your presence; raindrops are the tears
They have cried for you.
The earth you walk so casually on Is their soul.
You are the permanence that
Anyone who knows you, would call Love.
This proposition we call life
is tenuous at best;
reach out, grab firm those things most dear
and jettison the rest.
For what will bring a man acclaim
and lift him to the heights?
The tease of accolades and fame’s
cruel escalating sights?
Or shall he build tall monuments
which edify his name?
The halls ring hollow when he's gone;
mere empty shells remain.
Perhaps great fortunes, once amassed
are where he'll leave his mark,
yet who will count his stacks of gold
when everything goes dark?
Or shall his job consume his soul,
vocation gone berserk?
As life yet slowly slips away,
none wish they'd done more work.
Or lofty words and turns of phrase
rolled sweetly off the tongue,
but who will breathe new life in them
when no air fills the lungs?
Perhaps a hint, a sweet foretaste:
at table, gathered there.
A joyful throng, yet some are missed:
a poignant, empty chair.
Yes, all fall short and surely fail;
no permanence, mere whim.
Nay, this is it: to know thy God
and to be known by Him.
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for the To lighten the load Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 04/12/2022
i thought sadness was just a feeling
'til you made it my addiction
i thought pain was just temporary
'til you tattooed it on my skin
Sirene of life
We embrace the cry
Thus adieu with tears
Every newborn must cry
Every newborn must die
Every new time must fade
From the strings of minor
To the trumped of major
We adieu with tears
Sirene of death
Sings and slices fear
Thus divorce thy life
In joy we jive, since we’re alive
but happiness soon yields to pain,
so we cling to concepts of God,
that our heart may receive solace
but where lies bliss in permanence,
entwined with light of Self within?
We begin going in within,
feeling in-form nodes go alive,
resolve held firm in permanence,
stoic in both joy and in pain,
biding our time for that solace,
said to be found at feet of God.
Scriptures affirm that love is God
and is not out there but within,
with silence ushering solace,
that soul begins to feel alive,
overcoming the fear of pain,
getting to peace in permanence.
Light that lights us in permanence,
must be the very breath of God,
nurturing us when we feel pain
but how may we find Him within,
for inner sight is not alive,
so remains denied heart’s solace.
How does vast space retain solace,
tranquil always in permanence
and although it seems not alive,
perhaps what we see not is God,
present both outside and within,
standing aloof from joy and pain?
Taking a cue, we look at pain,
in witness mode that brings solace
and find the universe within,
as living light in permanence,
whence ego dies and all is God,
the source that keeps us all alive.
Body alive feels joy and pain
but when merged with God finds solace,
bliss in permanence found within.